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James Russo is enemy #1.

Hating him is in my blood.

Today we are delighted to be sharing New York Times bestselling author J. Sterling’s all-new forbidden romance, BITTER RIVAL

 

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Our families have been at war for generations; a bitter rivalry with no end in sight. All I’ve ever wanted to do was make wine, but one night with James will cost me everything.

I shouldn’t be attracted to him… but I am.

I definitely shouldn’t want to sleep with him… but I do.

Is following my heart worth the risk of losing my vineyard and my legacy?

Because in my family, there could be no greater betrayal than sleeping with the enemy.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

I’m so glad I’ve popped my J. Sterling cherry! And to top the lot, the topic she’d chosen was really easy to relate to as I do appreciate a good glass or three of vino! I live in wine country and have visited many bodegas, so her descriptive narrative not only helped me connect to her protagonists, but also gave me the feeling of being in their backyard…oops, vineyard.

This low-on-angst-light-hearted love story is addictive reading and before I even knew it, I’d finished the book. The story behind a family feud really intrigued me, but it’s wearing one member’s patience thin in particular. So, why has it been going on for such a long time you may ask. And for different reasons, why is it affecting the younger generation of viticulturists to the point that they can’t be seen together? Firstly, as it’s not made clear what happened until nearly the ending, my imagination ran away with me and what I thought was the cause for such animosity was way off the mark. Secondly, James and Julia’s fathers’ refusal to speak about it doesn’t help matters and a no fraternizing with the neighbours rule aggravates the whole situation even more.

Enemies, James and Julia definitely are, but hate is a word too strong to describe their self-same feelings. Problem is you’ve got to be able to see which way the wind blows in more ways than one before you can get your bearings, and that’s exactly what was done. Well, there’s no denying the attraction was there, but past events in their childhood made one of them apprehensive.

James is a lovely guy with a great sense of humour. Hard-working and like Julia, dedicated to the family business, a selfless act on his part makes her realise she could have been fighting a losing battle. A real tease, he also takes great pleasure in rubbing her up the wrong way. She always seemed to me to be on the defensive which only adds fuel to the fire.

More detail about how their wines reached perfection would have been nice but all in all, it’s a well-written story with plenty of laugh-out-loud moments. Steaminess abounds ladies, so get your fans ready, too! Want an easy-to-read standalone with great character development, then Bitter Rival is for you. Bravo Sterling!

About J. Sterling

My goal is to write books that you can get lost in and stories that will leave you with a smile and a full heart. If you can forget about the real world while you’re reading and fall in love with my characters, then I’ve done my job. A lot of what I write has real-life aspects in it, but that’s what makes the stories so relatable- the fact that they could happen to anyone… and have!

I live in California with my son, Blake. If you can’t find me sitting behind a computer screen, then there’s a good chance I’m sitting in the bleachers of a baseball stadium watching him play. I love traveling to new places, meeting my readers and spending time with the love of my life, my very own second chance romance, who inspires me daily.

I know you have a million books to choose from and I am humbled, grateful and thankful each time you choose to read one of mine, or tell someone else to read them. Thank you.

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COVER REVEAL ~ TWISTED PRIDE (The Camorra Chronicles Book 3) by Cora Reilly

Today we have the stunning cover for Cora Reilly’s upcoming epic conclusion in The Camorra Chronicles, TWISTED PRIDE #3
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Remo Falcone is beyond redemption.

As Capo of the Camorra he rules with a brutal hand over his territory – a territory the Chicago Outfit breached.

Now Remo is out for retribution.

A wedding is sacred, stealing a bride sacrilegious.

Serafina is the niece of the Boss of the Outfit, and her hand has been promised in marriage for years, but kidnapped in her wedding dress on her way to church by Remo, Serafina quickly realizes that she can’t hope for saving. Yet, even in the hands of the cruelest man she knows, she is determined to cling to her pride, and Remo soon understands that the woman at his mercy might not be as easy to break as he thought.

A ruthless man on a quest to destroy the Outfit by breaking someone they are supposed to protect.

A woman intent on bringing a monster to his knees.

Two families that will never be the same.

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Before he left the room, he glanced over his shoulder at me. “Don’t try to run, angel. There are more men like Simeone waiting to get their hands on you. I’d hate having so send them after you and hurt you.”As if anyone could hurt me worse than Remo would.

I forced a smile. “We both know you’re lying. You won’t let anyone hurt me.”

Remo cocked one dark eyebrow. “I won’t?”

“You won’t because you want to be the one to break me, to make me scream.”

Remo’s mouth pulled into a smile that raised the little hairs on my skin.

A smile that would haunt me forever.

“Oh, I will make you scream, angel. That I swear.”

Suppressing a shudder, I dug my nails into my palms, forcing out more words from my tight throat. “Don’t waste your time. Kill me now.”

“We all have to let part of ourselves die to rise up stronger. Now sleep tight. I’ll return later for a proper video message for your family.”

“Why did you even save me from Simeone? Why not let him start the torture you have in mind for me? Why bring me here to your mansion?”

Remo regarded me as if he too was wondering the same thing, and his silence told me that my guess had been right; this was indeed the Falcone mansion. It surprised me that he would risk bringing me into his family’s home.

“Like you said I will be the one to make you scream and no one else,” he said eventually before he shut the door.

I closed my eyes, and pulled the covers tighter around myself.

A power play. A twisted game of chess.

I wasn’t going to be a pawn or a queen, and Remo wouldn’t be the king.

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Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn’t spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.

Despite her law degree, Cora prefers to talk books to laws any day.

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BOSS by Katy Evans is LIVE!

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BOSS, an all-new standalone sexy office romance by New York Times bestselling author
Katy Evans is now live!

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—Kit, the new boss

Who does Kit Walker think he is? The trust-fund heir waltzes in and wants to boss me around, but if I catch him misbehaving, his father will yank his inheritance. Stalemate, right? Not when our chemistry is irresistible! Ironically, we run the top dating app. Could this be my “perfect match”…or the perfect scandal?

—Alexandra, the one in charge

 

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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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WHEN AUGUST ENDS by Penelope Ward is now available!

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WHEN AUGUST ENDS, a standalone contemporary romance novel by New York Times, USA Today
and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling
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PWWhenAugustEndsBookCover5x8_HIGH.jpgWhat do you do when a sexy, older man moves into your family’s summer rental?

Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself—over and over. Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least.

But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake—not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. He’d booked it for the entire summer…and I was still trying to figure out why.

When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. I should have been in college. Instead, I was living my best life…as a maid.

Dark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden.

I knew he was just passing through town for the summer.

I knew he was probably too old for me.

Yet, I was drawn to him.

Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning.

I wanted him and made no secret of it.

His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from.

Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer.

And I have no idea what I’ll do when August ends.

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I always look forward to reading Ward’s contemporary romances and When August Ends is not only one of those books you pick up and have trouble putting down, but also broaches a subject I’m familiar with. So what, may you ask is it! Well…this stand-alone is overflowing with starting points, one of them being the age gap. Also, the author’s shorter sentences arrived like a gift since extended prose can at times make for a bulky read. And true to the author’s style, she hasn’t held back with the flirtatious witty wordplay. Totally necessary I might add, as the heroine most certainly deserves someone to brighten up her days.

‘Someone had to run things, and I was the winner of that responsibility by default.’ 

I couldn’t help but like Heather. She’s incredibly selfless, has had a raw deal and is handling the whole situation really well considering her age. And even though her hopes and dreams for the future aren’t in arm’s reach, I thought her matter-of-fact attitude mature beyond her years. In a nutshell, she’s an exemplary daughter and gets on with a job she feels duly tied to the best way she can. A past happening simmers in the background, the feeling of abandonment left me crushed. However, someone’s about to help her out in more ways than she could ever have expected.

“Sometimes you have to know when to walk away, even if it’s without your shoe. You know what I’m saying?” 

Noah’s taken time out and rented a guest boathouse on the family property until the end of August. Ladies, I wasn’t the only one counting down the weeks. Although this guy… his moral compass, his willingness to do the right thing impressed me beyond words, he’s tight-lipped and brusque. This part of his character I didn’t dislike a bit since little-big actions showed me there was much more to him than meets the eye.

“Life is made up of little moments that don’t seem that important at the time, but in retrospect they’re what get you to where you are.” 

Hmm…Noah fancies Heather, but won’t act on it as he knows it’s wrong in every way. He’s also aware that she has a crush on him. Lol, there’s nothing like drawing attention to oneself which she does pretty well in one scene. Roaring with laughter, this wasn’t going to be the only scenario which tickled me pink. So why is he holding back when the attraction is undeniable? I’d rather not make this known; nonetheless, it doesn’t need a calculator to come up with at least one right answer! Adoring how their friendship grew, their chats were a pleasure to read… How Noah slowly opens up to her, his sound advice and his reasoning behind his stance are realistically narrated. And his cigar smoking…loved this touch.

“You show people with your actions what kind of a person you are. You live your life with purpose, just like I try to. That’s probably the biggest thing we have in common.” 

You’ll all want someone like Noah’s father in your lives. Regardless of his son’s doubts and fears, this marvellous man is always there for him. And a delicate health issue told with compassion brought to light just how this silent malady affects loved ones. The tasteful steaminess sneaks up on you at the right moment in the story, and despite being a low-angst-slow-burn romance, the twist took me by surprise and literally sealed the deal for me.

‘My attraction to her would have to stay my dirty little secret, because I wouldn’t be laying a hand on her.’ 

The author’s creative narrative from dual perspectives in past tense overflows with engaging banter, keeping this love story moving at a pleasing pace. Emotional and sensitive, Noah and Heather’s tale is not one you’ll want to miss. Ooh, and for all of you animal lovers, your hearts will melt when you meet Bonnie and Clyde, their mascots. Bravo!

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When August Ends 

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Noah stood up and walked off the porch to put his cigar out on the cement. When he returned, he remained standing across from me. I was reminded of just how tall he was as he towered over me. A breeze blew his scent—a mix of cigar and cologne—in my direction. The same smell saturated the shirt I was wearing. I could’ve breathed it in all night. His nearness was doing things to my body I hadn’t ever felt.Noah looked around. “You mentioned some stuff around here needs to be repaired. What specifically?”
I blew out a breath. Even thinking about it was exhausting. “So much. I’d have to make a list.”“Why don’t you do that? Make a list. I’m pretty good with my hands. I’ll see if there’s anything I can help with while I’m here.”He’d lost me at pretty good with my hands. My imagination was running wild. Shit. I imagined those hands doing a lot of things—mostly to me.“I can’t let you do that.”“You’d be stupid not to take me up on it. I came for a change of pace, but the truth is, too much quiet isn’t good. I like to keep busy.”Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head. “I don’t know…”“Make the list,” he insisted.Noah was right. It would be dumb not to take him up on his offer. It wasn’t like there was anyone else knocking down our door to help.I tilted my head. “What would be in it for you?”His expression turned dark. “People don’t always have to have ulterior motives.”

Suddenly feeling bold, I said, “I thought maybe you would want me to go out with you in exchange.”

Did you hear that? It was a record screeching.

I admit, that was ballsy, but being around him brought out my flirtatious side. Maybe his cologne and cigar smoke were going to my head.

“You’re joking, right?”

Okay. I shouldn’t have asked.

“Actually, I—”

“I’m practically old enough to be your father.”

Really? That’s how he saw me? I knew he was older than me…but he didn’t seem that old. No way. I’d pegged him as early thirties, though I truly had no idea how old he was.

I shook my head. “No, you’re not. That’s a lie. An older brother, maybe. How old are you?”

Instead of answering, he took two steps forward. “Let me make something clear.”

“Okay…”

“I was not insinuating anything by offering to help. And I will not be asking you out, propositioning you, or going anywhere near you, for that matter. We clear on that?”

Okay, then.

I swallowed. Disappointment washed over me as I cleared my throat. “Yes.”

“Good.” He made his way toward the door, turning around one last time. “You’d better go. It was nice chatting. Get me the list tomorrow.”

He disappeared into the house, leaving me on the porch to wallow in his lingering smell and feeling like a complete and utter idiot.

 

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.

She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.

With over one-point-five million books sold, she is a twenty-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels.

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THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros is LIVE!

The right words can save your life.

For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult…
A soldier falls in love with his battle buddy’s
sister through their letters and returns
home from Afghanistan with a secret that
could destroy their fragile relationship.

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Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan

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“A stunning, emotional romance.” – Jill Shalvis, NYT Bestselling Author

 

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

I am lost for words! Very occasionally, do I come across a read which simply takes my breath away; this one did much more than that. The prose in certain sentences and paragraphs was of such exquisiteness, I couldn’t have possibly moved on in the story without rereading them. This stand-alone romance is for me, women’s fiction at its very best. Heart-wrenchingly beautiful, compassionate and emotional, getting through the book without shedding tears I found impossible. My warning ladies; a man-sized hanky is a must because otherwise, you’ll find yourselves wiping your sniffles on your sleeve!

Letters from the heart are written. Whether they’re all received, read or even replied to remains to be seen. One of them will change a man’s life and here is where I stop. I want you to enjoy this book as much as I did, so I’ll try my hardest not to go into too many details. What I can say is Rebecca Yarros’ characters are stunning, ridiculously easy to connect to and if it were ever possible, I’d want them in my life. Having not had the pleasure of reading this author’s works and even though I’d read the synopsis, never did I expect Beckett Gentry and Ella MacKenzie’s journey to be so soul-searchingly crushing.

‘How much damage had been done to him through the years?’ 

Beckett is a man of few words. Not such a good communicator at the best of times, what I adored about him was he had no use bad language because all said and done, other words in the dictionary exist to express one’s feeling. And his efforts to do the honourable thing literally bowled me over. With a heart of gold and righteousness that goes above and beyond, he had me sitting back and thinking about how one can lose track of simple actions like thoughtfulness, making us a better person.

“I was good with confidence, but arrogance was a deal breaker. Arrogance got men killed…kids, too” 

If there were ever an award for the best mum to be had, I wouldn’t hesitate to vote for Ella. Hardworking and strong-willed, her unwavering commitment to her twins is nothing less than exceptional. Honest to the core, lies have no place in her life. Unfortunately for her, they exist and when they come to light, the consequences are devastating. Questions arise and go unanswered so why then, is Beckett there by her side through thick and thin? Why so much secretiveness, who is he and where did he come from? I got the impression that the timing was all wrong at the beginning of their story; certainly, the geographics didn’t help matters.

“You’re not a big people person, are you?
“That obvious?”
“Absolutely.”
 

All unravels at a steady pace, but this is not to say I was overjoyed with what was happening. In fact, I was left speechless. But not in the respect that I felt saddened by anyone’s actions because in this story there is no room for judgment. Just the whole poignant past and present sorry state of affairs none of them had bargained for.

“Sometimes I think I don’t really know you,”
“You might not know much about my past, but trust me, you know me, and that’s more important.”
 

Not only did I fall hard for Beckett and Ella, but my goodness me, the children. They stole the show, they squeezed my heart and Havoc! Dog lovers, you’re in for a real treat here. Given moments of sheer joy, I was fooled into believing that all was not lost when in fact, that safety net the author had shrewdly conjured up in my mind simply disappeared into thin air. Perseverance to overcome what was thrown the protagonists’ way will make even the most hardened reader bawl their eyes out. But above all, the benevolent affection, the emotion that I literally lived from the first page to the last, showed me that true love has no boundaries whatsoever.

‘But the lies were woven in with the love, and that was the killer.’ 

Corner-cutting delicate health issues Yarros most certainly hasn’t done. She’s told it as it is with a frankness that’s quite alarming and at times, even before turning the next page to see what was or wasn’t going to transpire only seemed to add to my anxiousness. Every imaginable blow hits intensely. She’s woven a tale I, for one, will never forget and despite the ugly cries leaving me spent, her beautifully written words were narrated with the utmost graciousness.

‘I hadn’t been lying when I said I could kiss her forever. She was a thousand different kisses in one woman, the soft and tender, the deep and passionate, the hard and desperate. I never knew who I was taking in my arms, and yet they were all Ella.’ 

Five stars aren’t enough! That simple. Read this book; you won’t regret it. Bravo to the author and so looking forward to reading more of her works.

“Someone once told me that swearing is a poor excuse of a crap vocabulary. It makes you look low class and uneducated. So I stopped.”

 

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© 2019 Rebecca Yarros
All rights reserved. 

 
“Ella.” It was a plea to speak, to not speak. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.“You don’t see me like that. I totally get it.” She reached for the TV remote.

“How exactly do I see you? Please, enlighten me.” I leaned forward, stealing the remote. She’d opened this box and had better well dish it.

She huffed in annoyance. “You see me as a mom. As Colt and Maisie’s mom. And of course you do, because that’s what I am. A mom with two kids.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. Her motherhood—that selfless devotion she had to her kids—was one of her most attractive attributes.

She rolled her eyes with a little sigh, and the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head.

“You don’t think I want you.”

She shot me a look that confirmed my guess and blushed the same crimson of her couch. “You know, you’re right. It’s late.” She faked a yawn. “Suuuuuuper late.”

“I want you.” Damn, it felt so good to say the words.

“Yeah, okay.” She gave me a goofy look and a thumbs-up. “Please don’t make me feel any more idiotic than I do right now.”

Yeah, enough of this bullshit.

I pounced in one smooth motion, taking her back to the couch, sliding over her as I gathered her wrists in one hand above her head and settled between her open thighs.

Home.

“Holy shit, you move fast.” There was no fear or rejection in her eyes, just surprise.

“Not in every arena,” I promised.

Her lips parted.

“Ella. I want you.”

“Beckett…you don’t have to.”

Yeah, that soft little sigh she did was going to be my undoing.

I let go of her wrists, letting my fingers trail down her arm until I had one hand weaving my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and the other at the curve in her waist.

“Feel this?” Then I slid forward, letting my dick stroke along the seam in her pajama pants hard enough for her to gasp at the contact. I couldn’t remember ever wanting to shred a piece of fabric so much in my life. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

I moved again, and her eyes slid shut as she let loose the sweetest moan.

My dick throbbed, knowing everything I’d fantasized about for the better part of the last eight months was one decision away.

“Beckett.” Her hands found my biceps, her nails digging in.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you, because if things were different, I would have already been inside you. I would know exactly how you feel, and what you sound like, look like, when you come. I’ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways, and believe me, I’ve got a great imagination.”

She rocked her hips against me, and I locked my jaw to keep from giving her exactly what her body was asking for. “Ella, you have to stop.”

“Why?” she asked, her lips dangerously close to mine. “What do you mean if things were different?” Her eyes flew wide. “Is this because I have kids?”

“What? No. Of course not. It’s because you’re Ryan’s little sister.” Before I could do any more damage, I got the hell off her and sat back on my side of the couch.

“Because…I’m Ryan’s little sister,” she repeated, scooting so she sat upright, facing me. “And you think he’d, what? Haunt you?”

Three things: The letter. The cancer. The lie.

I repeated those in my head until I was certain I could look at her and not drag her back under me.

“Beckett?”

“When I was growing up, if I wanted something, I took it. Immediately. I had sex at fourteen with a girl in my foster home of the moment. I opened Christmas presents early if I was lucky enough to get one, and it was usually from my social worker or some charity.”

“I don’t understand.” She wrapped her arms around her knees again.

“I took it immediately because I knew if I didn’t, chances were I wouldn’t get it. It was a now-or-never kind of thing—there weren’t second chances.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t touch you, can’t talk about it, because I’m afraid I’ll act on it.”

“And why does that matter if I want you to?”

“Because I won’t get a second chance. And I’m crap with people, with relationships. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a month. Never loved a woman I’ve slept with. And chances are I’d do something to screw this up, because it’s not just my dick that wants you, Ella.”

That O popped right back onto her face, and I closed my eyes to keep from lunging across the distance and kissing her. Knowing she’d let me—that she wanted it—sent my need from a bullet to a nuclear missile.

“And when I’d screw it up, because it would happen, trust me, it would hurt Colt and Maisie, too. You’d be on your own again, because there’s no chance you’d let me hang around and help you out like Ryan asked.”

“And there it is.”

“There it is. You’re Ryan’s little sister.”

“There were only five years between us. Not so little, you know.” She reached for the remote.

“I’m well aware.”

“So if Ryan were still alive…” She shot one last look at me.

I let everything slip for a millisecond, letting her see it all in my eyes, how badly I wanted her, and not just for her body. “Everything would be different.”

“Everything?”

“Everything but the way I feel about you, which he probably would have killed me for. Where does that leave us?”

“You mean besides me being a dried-up spinster and you being honor-bound to a ghost?”

“Something like that.”

She rolled her head along the back of the couch, muttering something that sounded like a curse word under her breath. Then she sat up straight and powered on the TV with a click of her thumb. “That leaves us choosing a movie on demand. Because I’m not letting you walk out that door right now.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. You walk out now, you might get all weird about this and not come back. Honor is a fabulous thing, but sometimes pride can be a lot stronger, especially when you convince yourself it’s for the good of the other person.”

Damn, the woman knew me.

“So movie it is,” I agreed. “Just…stay on your side of the couch.”

“I wasn’t the one who crossed the center line,” she teased with a smile that got me hard all over again.

Movie chosen, we sat and watched, both of us stealing sideways glances. There was that saying…the horse out of the barn. Yeah, the horse was out of the barn, and it wasn’t going back in. Not no way. Not no how.

That horse was running amok and screwing with my carefully constructed control.

But I didn’t complain when she moved over. Or when she pressed against my side. Nope. I lifted my arm and savored the feel of her curves, her trust. Still didn’t complain when she lay down in my arms. Hell no, I held on and memorized every second.
 

 
 

“This story gripped me from start to finish. The Last Letter is poignant, heartfelt and utterly consuming. I loved it!” – Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

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Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for sixteen years.

When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.

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PWWhenAugustEndsBookCover5x8_HIGH.jpgWhat do you do when a sexy, older man moves into your family’s summer rental?

Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself—over and over. Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least.

But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake—not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. He’d booked it for the entire summer…and I was still trying to figure out why.

When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. I should have been in college. Instead, I was living my best life…as a maid.

Dark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden.

I knew he was just passing through town for the summer.

I knew he was probably too old for me.

Yet, I was drawn to him.

Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning.

I wanted him and made no secret of it.

His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from.

Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer.

And I have no idea what I’ll do when August ends.

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I always look forward to reading Ward’s contemporary romances and When August Ends is not only one of those books you pick up and have trouble putting down, but also broaches a subject I’m familiar with. So what, may you ask is it! Well…this stand-alone is overflowing with starting points, one of them being the age gap. Also, the author’s shorter sentences arrived like a gift since extended prose can at times make for a bulky read. And true to the author’s style, she hasn’t held back with the flirtatious witty wordplay. Totally necessary I might add, as the heroine most certainly deserves someone to brighten up her days.

‘Someone had to run things, and I was the winner of that responsibility by default.’ 

I couldn’t help but like Heather. She’s incredibly selfless, has had a raw deal and is handling the whole situation really well considering her age. And even though her hopes and dreams for the future aren’t in arm’s reach, I thought her matter-of-fact attitude mature beyond her years. In a nutshell, she’s an exemplary daughter and gets on with a job she feels duly tied to the best way she can. A past happening simmers in the background, the feeling of abandonment left me crushed. However, someone’s about to help her out in more ways than she could ever have expected.

“Sometimes you have to know when to walk away, even if it’s without your shoe. You know what I’m saying?” 

Noah’s taken time out and rented a guest boathouse on the family property until the end of August. Ladies, I wasn’t the only one counting down the weeks. Although this guy… his moral compass, his willingness to do the right thing impressed me beyond words, he’s tight-lipped and brusque. This part of his character I didn’t dislike a bit since little-big actions showed me there was much more to him than meets the eye.

“Life is made up of little moments that don’t seem that important at the time, but in retrospect they’re what get you to where you are.” 

Hmm…Noah fancies Heather, but won’t act on it as he knows it’s wrong in every way. He’s also aware that she has a crush on him. Lol, there’s nothing like drawing attention to oneself which she does pretty well in one scene. Roaring with laughter, this wasn’t going to be the only scenario which tickled me pink. So why is he holding back when the attraction is undeniable? I’d rather not make this known; nonetheless, it doesn’t need a calculator to come up with at least one right answer! Adoring how their friendship grew, their chats were a pleasure to read… How Noah slowly opens up to her, his sound advice and his reasoning behind his stance are realistically narrated. And his cigar smoking…loved this touch.

“You show people with your actions what kind of a person you are. You live your life with purpose, just like I try to. That’s probably the biggest thing we have in common.” 

You’ll all want someone like Noah’s father in your lives. Regardless of his son’s doubts and fears, this marvellous man is always there for him. And a delicate health issue told with compassion brought to light just how this silent malady affects loved ones. The tasteful steaminess sneaks up on you at the right moment in the story, and despite being a low-angst-slow-burn romance, the twist took me by surprise and literally sealed the deal for me.

‘My attraction to her would have to stay my dirty little secret, because I wouldn’t be laying a hand on her.’ 

The author’s creative narrative from dual perspectives in past tense overflows with engaging banter, keeping this love story moving at a pleasing pace. Emotional and sensitive, Noah and Heather’s tale is not one you’ll want to miss. Ooh, and for all of you animal lovers, your hearts will melt when you meet Bonnie and Clyde, their mascots. Bravo!

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Noah stood up and walked off the porch to put his cigar out on the cement. When he returned, he remained standing across from me. I was reminded of just how tall he was as he towered over me. A breeze blew his scent—a mix of cigar and cologne—in my direction. The same smell saturated the shirt I was wearing. I could’ve breathed it in all night. His nearness was doing things to my body I hadn’t ever felt.Noah looked around. “You mentioned some stuff around here needs to be repaired. What specifically?”
I blew out a breath. Even thinking about it was exhausting. “So much. I’d have to make a list.”“Why don’t you do that? Make a list. I’m pretty good with my hands. I’ll see if there’s anything I can help with while I’m here.”He’d lost me at pretty good with my hands. My imagination was running wild. Shit. I imagined those hands doing a lot of things—mostly to me.“I can’t let you do that.”“You’d be stupid not to take me up on it. I came for a change of pace, but the truth is, too much quiet isn’t good. I like to keep busy.”Biting my bottom lip, I shook my head. “I don’t know…”“Make the list,” he insisted.Noah was right. It would be dumb not to take him up on his offer. It wasn’t like there was anyone else knocking down our door to help.I tilted my head. “What would be in it for you?”

His expression turned dark. “People don’t always have to have ulterior motives.”

Suddenly feeling bold, I said, “I thought maybe you would want me to go out with you in exchange.”

Did you hear that? It was a record screeching.

I admit, that was ballsy, but being around him brought out my flirtatious side. Maybe his cologne and cigar smoke were going to my head.

“You’re joking, right?”

Okay. I shouldn’t have asked.

“Actually, I—”

“I’m practically old enough to be your father.”

Really? That’s how he saw me? I knew he was older than me…but he didn’t seem that old. No way. I’d pegged him as early thirties, though I truly had no idea how old he was.

I shook my head. “No, you’re not. That’s a lie. An older brother, maybe. How old are you?”

Instead of answering, he took two steps forward. “Let me make something clear.”

“Okay…”

“I was not insinuating anything by offering to help. And I will not be asking you out, propositioning you, or going anywhere near you, for that matter. We clear on that?”

Okay, then.

I swallowed. Disappointment washed over me as I cleared my throat. “Yes.”

“Good.” He made his way toward the door, turning around one last time. “You’d better go. It was nice chatting. Get me the list tomorrow.”

He disappeared into the house, leaving me on the porch to wallow in his lingering smell and feeling like a complete and utter idiot.
 

 

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.

She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.

With over one-point-five million books sold, she is a twenty-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels.

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Dead and Gone by Jennifer Rebecca is a romantic suspense, releasing 11th March

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You ever have an out of body experience? Like one of those moments where you’re standing on a street corner watching yourself do something monumentally stupid? Something you know you shouldn’t do but you just can’t help yourself?

Three weeks ago, Trent and I were deep into the Honeymoon stage of love, I swore I wouldn’t be the first one to rock the boat—Lord knows with our two Irish tempers it would happen soon enough—so when he made me promise to keep my nose and our grandmothers out of his investigation, I did.

It didn’t hurt that his head was buried between my legs at the time either. But then Daisy called me begging for help and what kind of bestie would I be if I shut the door in her face? That’s right, a sh*tty one. So I packed up our grandmothers and their gogo boots, g-strings and pasties to get to the bottom of things. Only problem is if Trent catches us I’ll be dead meat, folks.

My name is Shelby Whitmore, Funeral and Obituaries columnist for the San Diego Metro News and most likely to be single again if I survive this sh*t. But hey, at least I’m still a hit with the blue hairs . . .

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I’m dead meat. Literally. Dead. Meat.Last month, when Trent and I started up again, I promised him that I wouldn’t do anything crazy. I wouldn’t go off half cocked. And most importantly, I wouldn’t follow our grandmothers down the crazy assed rabbit hole of Granny Grabbers and Dangerous Dames.“You’re not police officers,” he had said.And I agreed. We’re not.

Trent also might have coerced me into agreeing with him in the most despicable ways. One minute my legs are wrapped around his neck and my eyes are rolled back in my head and I’m one more “Oh, yes,” away from the promised land.

“Shell,” he said to me in between licks and kisses. “Promise me you won’t do anything crazy.” He kissed me again and again.

“Yes,” I ignored him as I rocked against his mouth moving closer and closer.

“Promise,” he commanded as I spiraled closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes!” I cried.

“You promise?” He asked me again but I was too far gone.

“Sweet Petunia, yes!”

“I’m so glad we agree. You have no idea how happy this makes me, Shelby.” Trent smiled as he slithered up my body like the snake that he is.

Although, I had an idea how happy my climax had made him as it was currently poking me in the thigh. Before I had a chance to catch my breath or even question what, exactly, Trent and I agreed on, he slid all the way inside me to the hilt and my eyes rolled back in my head.

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As It turned out, we had allegedly agreed that I wouldn’t go on any more cappers with my friend, Daisy, the retired hooker, and our grandmothers. Sophia was out, she was at some big, fancy figure skating competition in Chicago.

I still agreed. I mean, what kind of trouble could two widowed senior citizens, a retired hooker, and an obituaries columnist for the local paper get into. I mean really. Lightning doesn’t strike twice. It doesn’t, right?

And Trent and I had worked out some kinks. He yelled less. I pretended to listen more. And when I didn’t he used his handsome mouth in better ways than yelling if you catch my drift. We were officially in the love bubble. The honeymoon stage. I wasn’t ready to rock the boat for just anything all willy nilly.

But Daisy, my sweet, fabulous, eccentrically dressed best friend had a problem. Several of her . . . ummm . . . colleagues from the old days were missing. Like really missing, not shacked up with a John. And she was worried. Yes, my sweet friend, Daisy, had a problem and she came to me for help, advice, I don’t really know what. All I know is that led me to today as I sit, handcuffed to the pipes of a bathroom sink in a filthy motel just this side of Mexico, dressed like a cheap hooker. Yep, I’m in trouble, folks. Just like I said . . . Dead. Meat. My name is Shelby Whitmore, funeral and obituaries columnist for the San Diego Metro News and most likely to be single again if I survive this shit. I guess I should start at the beginning . . .
 

 

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Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

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